Vin. Have you thought about it at all?
Ste. I've thought a lot.
Mont. Well, what do you think, Mr. Verity? Could anything be more absurd?
Ste. (nodding his head towards Walter). Ask him. He knows what I think.
Walter. Mr. Verity's of my opinion, father. Vin. We don't want your opinion, sir. You're full up with all sorts of idiotic modern sentimentalism about the poor. It all comes of the Church meddling with secular matters instead of minding its own business. Mr. Verity's a man of sense.
Ste. Thank you; but I don't know that I can do anything.
Mrs. M. (sweetly). Oh, but I'm sure you can, Mr. Verity. You've such influence in the town. You're a man of weight.
Ste. If I am, madam, what had the town to do with Sir Charles selling the Polygon?
Mont. How can the town get on without the Polygon?
Mrs. M. I'm sure you, as an architect, Mr. Verity, must feel the importance of preserving such fine examples as these are of old Georgian mansions.